“I have decided to hold a tournament for the best fighters from far and wide, and from any time zone. The fights will be held in my palace, where I will watch you’re every single move. Now please try not to make to many holes or else I might have to interfere and that’s never a good thing.” Said a voice over head as the front doors disappear right in front of you. How you got here is different from other. Did you come on your own free will? Or were you kidnapped and lied to?

Rules
1. Follow the guideline rules
2. little amounts of romance will be allowed
3. I rule the tournament so listen to me
4. No ** or anything like that
5. no god moding, unless it is my character Rose for she is only made to stop the people who piss me off
6. I want this to last post once a day
7. And last but not lest please send me you profiles with “Knuckle time” as the title

Profile

Username:
Name:
Why are you here:
Weapons:
Powers:
What you look like:
Others:

Accepted profiles

Username: qweenGiba v2
Name: Rose Linn
Why are you here: Why I am the one who created this tournament.
Weapons: Two fans
Powers: Wind and control over bodies
What you look like:

Others: I have a twisted sense of humour.

Username: qweenGiba v2
Name: Morgen G.
Why are you here: Some random person kidnapped me and now I’m in castle with no way out.
Weapons: A small gun, a long chain, and a sword.
Powers: wind, and speed.
What you look like:

Others: She wears a big large hoody, so almost everyone thinks she a guy.

Username: Firemare
Name: Gambol
Why are you here: To prove, once and for all, I'm the best.
Weapons: Tommy gun, knives and colt.
Powers: telepathy and astonishing reflexes
What you look like: A typical ninteen twenties speakeasy slick, Gambol has earlength, slick black hair and hazel eyes. An ever present grin and a wicked glint only round out his ensamble.
Others: He fights like a normal person for the most part, aim and shoot, but he relies on his innate telepathy to warn him of danger and tell him where to point. Should he be disarmed he grabs his knives and comes up swinging, relying on his reflexes to serve him well. He's a bit of a narcissitic egomaniac.

Username:rogar555
Name:Rimaro
Why are you here:to prove something to someone
Weapons:He uses his fists and kicks that are hard like rocks
Powers:he does have a spirit attack that gives him extra speed after he uses it
What you look like:
Others:He never had trust in anyone but himself and his abilities.

Gambol looked around the entrance hall with a grin. So it was to be a fight eh? Well he was more then fine with that. Already he could feel the mental 'Chatter'. He manuvered his way to a wall that he could put his back against. It didn't seem like there was going to be a fight yet, but one could never be too sure.

Morgen sat on the main stair well, she had her hood up so that no one could see her face. Her hands were covered in blood as there was a tail of blood behind her. "I hate dogs," she muttered under her breath shaking her head slightly. "So Rose, how many people do I have to fight?" She asked out loud getting to her feet.

Gambol pulled a quarter from his pocket and was flicking it up in the air, watching it shine for a moment, then catching it on the way back down. When he heard the question he chuckled "I have a better question, what kind of digs do we get while where here, is there any scratch involved, and what does the winner get?"

"Ask that question to Rose, the princess who dragged me here. Damn her for forcing me to fight. When I win I'm so going to kick her butt to china and back. And who are you?" She asked in a dark tone, she really didn't want to fight and get more blood on her pants.

Gambol grinned and topped his fedora at her "Gambol Gritt, At'cher service. And I was under the impression that's what I was doing. And it seems to me that if she dragged you here you don't have much of a choice."

"Well no duh, did you not see the main door disappereing behind you? There is no windows, no other doors to the outside world, and the walls heal themselves. This is just on giant fighting arena that no one can get out of." She said in a dark tone as she pulled back her hood so she could get a better look at the person.

Gambol's eyebrows raised "Well I'll be, you're a moll! Begging your pardon, but I thought you were a cat!" He topped his hat again. "What I meant was that if she collected you so easy, what chance do you have against her? See me, I came of my own free will." He grinned "And an arena suits me fine, though I wish I had been able to bring my truck, I'm quite adept at running people over."

"A cat? How blind and idiotic can you be?" She asked, she looked around think how she could use the room to her advantage. When the person started to talk about a truck her pulled out her gun and fired. 'You seem to be a narcissist, so can you shut up?"

Gambol grinned "Sure thing missy, but I wouldn't talk so big if I were you. Especially since you don't know what yer talking about." He gave her a tip of the hat and comented "Nice peashooter by the way." before walking off into the crowd

She glared as she walked back up the stairs pulling her hood back up. She looked at the ground which was covered in blood. "Well back into hell hound zone."